Berkeley brunch bunch

Here is a stock photo of Zut on 4th Street in Berkeley. Joe and I met
Pamela there yesterday to celebrate her birthday and laugh/cry just
enough to warm our hearts. We three worked at the museums together,
I'm sure you remember that...

Sunday sunrise thoughts

Once again, not my photo. But pretty. I was thinking right now about
how much I have grown to love my two or so solo hours every morning
when I get up. Yes, I'm on my computer ~ reading, writing and thinking
about all sorts of things. This was not possible when I was working
and now I don't think I could live without this. I half-listen to KDFC
the classical station and often read poetry along with the emails. It's
a good time to avoid the news, so I try. Time for all that turmoil later...

who is this?

I woke up with Maria Shriver this morning. She was at the Commonwealth
Club ~ this had been recorded previously. I don't think I've ever heard Maria
speak and for the longest time I couldn't figure out who this was, this
woman with three children in college. No mention of Arnold. I liked
her and what she had to say and as a result I'm looking into attending
meditation meetings and god knows they abound in this city.

there are always more

New fiction in 2018 ~ a visual from The What List, a woman's email
publication I like a lot. I need to get reading!

a beautiful day at the yard

Sun, garlic fries, ice cream with my friend Ginger. Lots to talk about
in our wonderful seats this season. Terrible baseball game, so far
we are 0-2 for 2018. I did not take the above photo, by the way.

watching women listening

Listening

When I am in a restaurant or bar, I watch
women listening. They listen to men talk
about unfinished basements, art projects,
or how the land is very rocky around Sudbury.
I admire how women are resourceful in making
themselves comfortable while listening. One
cradles her chin in her palm, her spine
a deep c-curve. Another woman sits
very upright and sips her martini
while following the zigzag of waiters.
The woman to my left appears to be using
the time to memorize how her hands look
in case they are lost or stolen and she needs
to describe them to the police while a man explains
that industrial strawberry farming has created
a monoculture. The woman with perfect posture
is receiving directions to a trailhead
in another country. The woman
with the swan-neck spine stealthily adjusts
her belt as a man informs her Lolita
is really an allegory about art-making. After all
these years of listening, I am so good at it that I can
even listen to the women's listening. It sounds
like a wind over a great plain laid to waste
by a retreating army or the pages of a book
abandoned on the sand by a swimmer
whose strong arms have taken her beyond
where waves crash so she can float and listen
to the rush of her blood, the shriek of gulls.
She can hear the gulls' ribs creak as they inhale
before each cry. She can hear the rustle
as urchins pass over the decay they feast on.
She can hear silver on the sides of fish
and the loneliness of an uncoupled eel. She listens
to her own sounds as well: the current
of her nerves slowing, her hair lifting
and floating away, the sacs in her lungs
reaching greedy mouths to the sky.

ELIZABETH HOOVER

Boulevard 
Spring 2018

a little mystery, please

The Punishment She Deserves is a typical Elizabeth George novel
with delightfully profound characters and exquisite location details.

my walking companion

Yup, I've turned into one of those urban little old ladies. Mind your
ankles. Should I name her? Maybe Maude? We went walking to
Safeway yesterday but she insisted that we stop for a latte first. The
only thing I have to master is the hills with three bags full.

good women detectives

And London too! No Offence is streamable on Acorn and well worth
your time, in my most humble opinion. Wonderful humor.
(Note to readers today, Earth Day ~ check out the cartoon thingy
on Google's look-up page. Well done.)

meeting Benny

Benny belongs to Andrea who has been my writing partner off and on
for years. She wrote when her husband was dying, when she sold her
home in Idaho and bought a new one, when she signed up for a poetry
class taught by Ellen Bass. Yesterday we met for the second time ever
in Stonestown and I finally got to meet Benny too. Andrea was on
her way to Stinson Beach and we had coffee at Peet's and talked of
many things. Round Robin writing encourages us to dig deeper and
uncover joys and sorrows in a safe environment. Andrea and I know
each other very well despite only meeting in person twice in life.
(Benny is half corgi and half Jack Russel and wanted to kill every
bird in and around Stonestown.)

train ride with tears

1968 ~ Robert F. Kennedy's memorial train. Haunting photos of single
people and crowds coming out to pay their respects. There is also a
movie from on the train and really I did not expect to be as moved as
I was because so much has happened in my life since then. SF Moma,
third floor. And don't miss Sublime Seas on the 7th Floor.

dog appreciation

Anything but Standard

It was the two of us, wasn't it, on those steamy nights circling the low-slung museum across the street and lingering by the pond behind the chapel.  It's how the southern clouds passed slowly overhead, season after season, year after year,  as you followed a low intricate scent across the stately lit lawn, and studied the squirrels in the live oaks, and waded into the brown reflecting pool with the broken obelisk.  You were a descendent of water dogs and anything but standard when you materialized out of the sticky heat with your dripping black forehead and delinquent grin, a growl unmuzzled.  It was your Russian face that steadied me as I sat on a battered wooden bench, lost in a night that wouldn't end, and you lay down—calm, poised, watchful— and stirred beside me on the simmering grass.  Let's get up and go. Trot ahead of me, old friend, and shake off the watery darkness. ~ Edward Hirsch

our little hill

This lovely rainbow photo was in our bucolic neighborhood e-newsletter
a couple of days ago. It's all so Bernal Heights, so San Francisco, so life affirming.

street art?

A wire podium on the Valencia Street sidewalk. Not very pretty nor
inviting, but any salute to free speech is welcome these days. I had
a huge long and wonderful walk yesterday afternoon ~ all the way
to Church and Market to meet a friend for coffee. As I have said
many times in this blog (and elsewhere) walking solves everything.

combative Comey

We recorded this Comey interview last night and Husbando is watching it
while now I get caught up here on my computer down in my office in the
garage. I don't like this man but I think he probably did a good job as FBI
Director. Many of us feel that he is responsible for Hillary's loss,
but who really knows? He does want to sell his book. Duh.

the Chronicle recommends

London Breed for Mayor. My choice ever since I heard her speak at a rally
about a year ago. With the major newspaper endorsing London I believe
her chances are much better. I have already sent her some $$$, now I need
to get a window sign and maybe attend an event or two. It's been many
years since we had a woman mayor, back when DiFi took over after
Mayor Moscone was killed. My city.

bountiful blooms

Faithful readers will clearly remember that we had a new garden
installed last June. New surprises keep appearing and I am now
able to snip a few beauties for the dining room table. This inspires
me to go down and weed, weed, weed. Today I will listen to baseball
and basketball and take lots of breaks. I hate to weed. Knees get ready...

a touch more poetry

Otherwise

Jane Kenyon, 1947 - 1995

I got out of bed

on two strong legs.

It might have been

otherwise. I ate

cereal, sweet

milk, ripe, flawless

peach. It might

have been otherwise.

I took the dog uphill

to the birch wood.

All morning I did

the work I love.

At noon I lay down

with my mate. It might

have been otherwise.

We ate dinner together

at a table with silver

candlesticks. It might

have been otherwise.

I slept in a bed

in a room with paintings

on the walls, and

planned another day

just like this day.

But one day, I know,

it will be otherwise.

getting into the swing of things...

It was a sparse crowd, grey skies and the Giants lost, but other than that,
how was yesterday? Excellent new seats in section View Box 325 with
a wall behind us so no one can spill beer into our ears. Fun fans, good
hot dogs, new rookie pitcher showed promise and hope springs eternal
in April. I would prefer a hit when the bases are loaded, just saying...

give up? never!

It's always good to remember the bravery of so many during WW II.
Darkest Hour digs deep into the political upheaval in Britain and
how so many in that government wanted Churchill to capitulate to
Herr Hitler. Sign the "Peace" Agreement, avoid a horrible war.
This is an excellent film, but you guessed that. Amazon Prime.